New York is always rewriting itself. It feels like a new city most of the time.

But occasionally there are little places where the old and the new jam up against each other. And I am outside of one

of them right now. I am down on, oh, where am I? I'm in Soho. All on Spring Street and Green

Street. And there's a shop here called COS. It's like an H-N-M extension brand. And they've got a little

shop here. And so I'm going to go in and cruise a little bit. I think it's mostly ladies' clothes.

So I'm out of place. I'm carrying like a big backpack.

I look like I should not be in here.

But there is something in this shop quite out of place if I can find it.

Where is it?

Hmm, maybe it's downstairs.

Am I in the right store?

I think so.

Let me go down there and have a look.

Here we go.

Men's wear.

Good.

This is where I will be slightly less out of place.

Okay, good. I'm down here. Okay, let me keep going through here. Okay, so here it is. And along with this lovely sweater and shirts I'm

looking at, very out of place is this brick well. And you might think of it just like, oh, they kept

some old piece of architecture. But this is not some random piece of old architecture. It is, in fact,

an infamous, infamous object. an old well at the center

of a very infamous murder case in the late 1700s. And so in among all these stylish clothes,

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